Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

Chapter 98
"At the beginning of the ancient times, who preached it?"

"The upper and lower are not formed, why test it?"

A voice that was completely different from before, majestic and ancient, came from the depths of the palace.

The phoenix chick was flapping its wings stupidly, wondering why it couldn't pull Zhao Xuan away, and suddenly there was a touch of spirituality in its eyes.

It blinked and glanced condescendingly at Zhao Xuan, who was absorbing the ground with his true energy. A trace of ridicule flashed in his spiritual eyes.

The three-meter-long wings stretched out as far as possible, and with a slight flutter, a strong wind suddenly rose.

Zhao Xuan was seen being wrapped in a ball of fiery red air, and the blue stone slab under his feet was taken up to the sky.

Zhao Xuan's expression moved slightly. He originally wanted to cut off the true energy entering the Phoenix chick's body and prevent it from being taken away.

But those solemn words kept echoing in his mind, making him have the urge to meet the so-called Yan Emperor.

The pure energy cleansing brought by the phoenix chick is insignificant.

……

Deep in the ruins.

There is an empty space between the ruins and broken walls.

A three-story octagonal pavilion stands in the center, completely gray in color.

On the first floor of the pavilion, there is a golden copper coffin.

On the surface of the copper coffin, there are lifelike carvings of ancient mythical beasts such as unicorns and green dragons.

If you look closely, you will see that the eyes, neck, heart and other vital parts of the mythical beast are covered with a layer of mysterious runes outlined by a strange red line.

It's like being imprisoned by runes and unable to escape.

On the second floor of the pavilion, there is a three-foot-high three-legged copper tripod, with a cluster of flames burning in the tripod.

The bright yellow flame is as small as a candle, swaying in the wind, as if it will be extinguished at any time, but it is endless.

On the third floor, there is a crown with twelve rows of beads.

The pavilion is surrounded by a pool made of white jade.

I don't know when it started, streams of blood gathered from all directions and poured into the pool.

Soon, the blood was level with the base of the pavilion and rushed towards the pavilion.

The originally peaceful golden copper coffin suddenly made a clanging noise, as if something was about to come out of it.

More and more blood is gathering, but the water level is no longer rising.

……

Zhao Xuan, who was taken to a high altitude, looked down at the palace.

But they found that the palace was shrouded in a layer of black fog, making it impossible to see the whole picture.

He reached out and patted the phoenix chick's claws, and asked: "Mystical beast, is the person who just spoke to you still alive?"

A strange color flashed across Phoenix's eyes, and he raised his head as if he didn't bother to answer.

"Om" sound.

The sound of swords suddenly sounded.

Zhao Xuan stretched out his hand to catch the phoenix tail feather that he chopped off with his sword disk, with a calm expression on his face: "Mystical beast, are you alive?"

"Ang~"

The phoenix chick made an angry cry and pecked at Zhao Xuan with its sharp beak.

Zhao Xuan resisted with his sword plate and said with a smile: "So you are not a dead thing. It seems that he is really "alive"."

He was very satisfied with the results of the trial.

The Phoenix chick failed to hit the target and became more and more angry. It loosened its claws and tried to drop Zhao Xuan.

Suddenly there was a "dang" sound from deep inside.

The spirituality in the Phoenix chick's eyes instantly dissipated.

The loosened claws grabbed Zhao Xuan again and flew numbly.

After a while, the Phoenix chick landed on the vast square, gently put down Zhao Xuan, and rubbed its head against Zhao Xuan's clothes intimately.

It was as if Zhao Xuan cut off one of its tail feathers and made it furious.

Zhao Xuan put the tail feathers in his arms and touched the head of the phoenix chick.

With the phoenix's fiery and holy breath, his true energy was purified by at least [-]%.

At this point, he was away from the evil realm, the fifth level of Qi training, and only had to melt the evil energy into his body and blend it with the true energy.

The phoenix chick fluttered its wings and left after enjoying Zhao Xuan's caress.

Zhao Xuan looked around, and at some point in the originally wide square there was a white jade staircase, one after another, connecting to the depths.

A mysterious voice shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Xuancao Min Zhao Xuan has an audience."

Really like a eunuch in a palace drama.

Zhao Xuan chuckled and stepped onto the steps.

……

"puff!"

Xuan Ye, who had a relationship with Zhao Xuan, spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the palace in front of him with unusually bright eyes.

He pretended to be a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, fought hard to survive the attack from the master, and finally successfully entered the ruins.

Two months ago, while fasting for 81 days in front of the Buddha, he got a hint from somewhere that he had an opportunity in the south.

He immediately set off south.

When I arrived in Jianzhou, I accidentally learned that there were ruins in Baiyue.

He suddenly realized that his chance should lie in this ruins.

He immediately changed direction and headed west from Jianzhou, across Guangnan, to Baiyue.

Along the way, I don't know how many people saw his childish face and looked like they were ignorant of the world, and they had their own thoughts.

Under his "other mind", there is nothing to hide.

then.

A man who wanted to use force to sell him into a land of fireworks.

He abolished his martial arts, had his limbs broken, blinded his eyes, and was sent to a brothel.

A witch who deliberately approached him and wanted to take advantage of his vitality.

He abolished his martial arts skills and threw him into a beggar's den.

Anyone who wanted to kill him would die under his fists.

Only the Zhenwu Sect disciple who lied about "Lin Chong" almost tricked him to death.In order to avoid the pursuit of the Qingcheng Mountain Grandmaster, he exploded twelve relics left by the Grandmaster.

Like this kind of relic, ordinary masters will only leave one relic when they are enthroned.

He was deeply loved by the eminent monks of Lingyin Temple. He only had eighteen pills in his hand, and he used most of them at once.

Fortunately, he came in.

He had a premonition that as long as he got the opportunity in the ruins, he could be promoted to the rank of Grand Master in one fell swoop and surpass Xuanzang of Leiyin Temple.

He considers himself no worse than Xuanzang.

It's just that Xuanzang was born a few years earlier than him and won the title of Buddha's son.

When he becomes a master, he will have to dig out "Lin Chong" and cut him into pieces even if he goes through mountains and seas.

Xuan Ye, who was full of expectations, pushed open the palace door and strode in.

……

"Nine hundred and five hundred thousand."

The white jade stairs are not endless, Zhao Xuan counted to 99 knots.

There is an extra hall in front of you.

The palace door is open.

Looking from a distance, the hall is filled with a shadowy figure wearing a crown of twelve rows of beads.

The shadow seems to have jumped out of the Three Realms and Five Elements, and is not in this world.

The boundless divine will that causes the void to tremble seems to be real, but also seems to be empty, like an illusion.

Xuying suddenly sighed: "What year is it today?"

Zhao Xuan, who was no less than a hundred meters away from him, felt that an emperor looking down on the world was pressing towards him, taking advantage of the general trend of the world.

It seemed to bend his straight spine.

The unwillingness and desolation in the words fell into his heart, feeling extremely heavy.

He was so sad that he shed two lines of tears.

Zhao Xuan looked horrified. He was clearly conscious and didn't want to cry, but he couldn't control himself.

He even couldn't help but answer: "Yongjia 25 years."

Not only that, he spoke clearly and spoke clearly to Xuying one by one about the current situation in the world.

What a heavenly list, an earthly list, a Tenglong list.

What about Sanqing Temple and Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple?

He could tell everything he knew, and he could tell it in full.

Xuying lamented: "Time has been ruthless, has my record been erased in this world?"

Zhao Xuan was silent.

There are no historians or history books in this world.

Even the family that founded the dynasty did not care about dynasty changes.

Let alone a sect that is dedicated to cultivation?

Xuying suddenly laughed at himself: "I have been dead for so many years, why do I still care about this?"

"Zhao Xuan, if you pass the test I set, are you willing to become my successor?"

Zhao Xuan was about to speak.

A vast and vast aura fell from the sky and pressed on Zhao Xuan.

In a daze, the image of a young boy in his youth, marching forward with a sword, overcoming obstacles step by step, establishing a dynasty, dominating the world, and being worshiped by hundreds of millions of people appeared in Zhao Xuan's mind.

As the images continued to circulate in his mind, the face of the original young man gradually changed, turning into a heroic middle-aged man.

"Om~"

The sword plate in Zhao Xuan's arms suddenly shone brightly, and his sword intent soared to the sky.

The voice of Tianshu Peak Master could be heard vaguely: "I have offended many rebels, but I still hope..."

Before he finished speaking, Xuying snorted coldly and suppressed it.

A ray of clarity appeared in Zhao Xuan's confused eyes, and he shouted with all his strength: "Who can be the best between the dark and the dark?"

In the past life, in order to attract girls, I deliberately memorized those mysterious and difficult ancient texts.

I wonder if it can come in handy today.

The shadow suddenly paused and smiled.

"What a wonder, he is my successor from another generation. No wonder he has a strong body and pure aura."

Zhao Xuan's heart sank and he hit rock bottom.

At the same time, deep in the ruins, a clanging golden copper coffin suddenly rose from the ground.

Taking the bronze tripod and imperial crown, he smashed into the palace.

An angry roar came from the palace: "I fell in love with you first, why should you?"

Then a blazing bronze tripod flew out from the main hall, crashed into Zhao Xuan, and took him out of the ruins.

The phantom in the hall stretched out two hands and grasped the struggling imperial crown: "This is mine."

Then he stretched out his third hand, struggled to move the copper coffin, and scanned the ruins with his mind.

Is there any trace of Zhao Xuan in the ruins?
After scanning it three times, it finally landed on Xuan Ye who knocked back the bronze man with one punch.

Xuan Ye retracted his fist, his face full of disdain: "A boring test."

He was suddenly worried. Could the opportunities hidden in the ruins help him break through to the master realm?

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped him.

"No, I want to die."

A sense of enlightenment emerged in Xuan Ye's heart.

He yelled angrily, offered up a golden relic, and used extremely fast fingers to create a string of extremely complicated handprints.

"Crack."

The phantom opened its mouth and swallowed the golden relic.

Then it merged into Xuan Ye's body like liquid.

Immediately afterwards, the bald head, which was barren of grass, sprouted long and silky hair.

A crown of twelve rows of beads fits perfectly on it.

(End of this chapter)